Heretic Trainer: The Gym Is My Cultivation Method-Chapter 456: Start The War With Chaos

Garion smirked as he watched Arden walk back calmly.

He tilted his head slightly toward the others. "So? What do you think?"

He crossed his arms. "My disciples are strong, right?"

There was a short silence.

Several warriors from the Drakenfel Clan looked at Fenric lying in the distance... then back at Arden... then at the rest of the God Gym group.

One of them cleared his throat. "...That one is strong."

Another nodded. "Yeah. But still..."

He frowned slightly. "The number you brought is too few."

He pointed toward the other armies. "At least bring hundreds. Even elites can be overwhelmed."

Another warrior added, "This is war, not a duel."

Garion listened quietly. Then he shrugged. "I already said it. Don’t worry."

His tone was calm, almost casual.

That only made some of them frown more.

Clark adjusted his glasses and looked at Garion with interest. "...You’re very confident."

Floren chuckled softly. "I like this kind of confidence, but confidence alone won’t win a war."

Garion glanced at them briefly. "Good thing I don’t rely on just confidence."

That made a few people pause.

Sorien watched Garion for a moment, then looked at the others. "...He’s not joking."

Sianor remained silent, but his gaze sharpened slightly.

Garion then clapped his hands once. "Alright. Enough about numbers."

He looked around the group. "Let’s talk about something more important. Where are we attacking?"

The atmosphere shifted immediately.

The earlier tension faded into focus.

A Drakenfel elder stepped forward. "We’ve already discussed several targets."

He pulled out a large folded paper map and spread it across a flat metal surface.

A few others leaned in as he pointed at one marked location.

"Here." His finger tapped firmly on the spot. "This is one of the Draconia Clan’s dragon dens."

Several people around them shifted slightly.

"They raise dragons there," the elder continued. "For trade, for foods, and for taming."

Another Drakenfel warrior added, "It’s not just a breeding ground. It’s also a resource hub."

Garion stepped closer and looked down at the map. "...So this is where they keep their beasts."

The elder nodded. "Exactly."

Garion tilted his head slightly. "Then it should be one of the most heavily guarded places, right?"

The Drakenfel elder didn’t hesitate. "Of course."

He crossed his arms. "But we are at war."

He looked around at the gathered factions. "And we are Grand Factions."

A few warriors nodded, their expressions turning more serious.

"How can we start by attacking weak bases?" the elder continued. "If we want to shake them... we hit them where it hurts."

Another Drakenfel member smirked. "Start big so everything after that becomes easier."

Floren let out a low laugh. "I like that."

Sorien crossed his arms. "If we succeed, their morale will drop."

Sianor nodded once. "Then it’s a valid opening move."

Garion looked at the map for a few more seconds.

Then a slow smirk appeared on his face. "Alright."

He tapped the marked location once. "Let’s do it."

He straightened up and looked at the others. "So when do we attack?"

The Drakenfel elder looked at him like the answer was obvious. "...Now."

Garion’s smile widened slightly. "Good."

He turned toward his group. "Everyone."

His voice was calm but firm. "We’re moving."

Valtor cracked his knuckles. "Haha! Finally!"

The twins grinned at the same time. "Let’s go!"

Dahlia’s eyes sharpened as she looked at the map one last time. "...Draconia."

Rachel stood quietly beside Garion, already prepared.

The other factions also began to move, forming their groups.

Garion took the first step forward. "Let’s go."

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Inside the main hall of the Draconia Clan...

No... Now it could no longer be called that.

The banners had changed.

Dark patterns spread across the walls. The once noble dragon emblems were now mixed with twisted, unfamiliar symbols.

This place had already become part of the Black Chimera.

Darius stood at the center of the hall.

His posture was straight, but something about him felt different. His aura was heavier and darker.

He slowly opened and closed his hand, as if feeling the power inside his body. "...So this is it."

A faint smirk appeared on his face. "I’ve finally changed my cultivation path."

Despite that... His eyes were still clear. His mind was still intact.

But... there was more anger in him now.

Behind him, several soldiers stood in formation.

One of them stepped forward and knelt. "My lord."

Darius didn’t turn. "Speak."

The soldier lowered his head. "From the outer scouts... multiple flying ships are approaching our territory."

The hall went quiet.

Darius slowly turned his head. "...I see."

He walked a few steps forward, boots echoing lightly across the floor. "So the grand factions have finally decided to go to war, huh?"

A small smile formed on his face. "Good." 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

He stopped walking. "Let them come."

His eyes sharpened. "I want to test this power."

A low chuckle escaped him. "Let’s see if it was worth it."

From the side, another figure leaned casually against a pillar, Pelion

He had been watching the entire time.

He pushed himself off the pillar and walked closer. "Sure thing, Darius. This is Black Chimera territory now, after all."

Darius’s expression immediately tightened.

He frowned slightly. "...Draconia."

Pelion shrugged. "Call it whatever you want. But the moment you joined... things changed."

He smiled faintly. "You’re no longer just a clan patriarch. You’re one of us now."

Darius didn’t answer immediately. His hand clenched slightly. "...I know."

His voice was lower. But the irritation was clear.

Pelion watched him for a moment, then chuckled softly. "Still not used to it, huh?"

Darius glanced at him coldly. "I didn’t join to become someone’s subordinate."

Pelion raised his hands slightly. "Relax. No one’s saying that."

He tilted his head. "But don’t forget... this power you’re so eager to test... comes from us."

Silence filled the space for a moment.

Darius’s eyes narrowed. Then he turned away. "...It doesn’t matter."

He walked toward the large doors of the hall. "As long as it makes me stronger."

He stopped for a second. "And as long as I can crush them."

Pelion smiled slightly behind him. "Good. That’s the spirit."